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I forgot the mainpoint of my post earlier

So, where was I? … Oh yes, the Red Cross says that my blood is special and extra-needed and I feel extra motivated to donate more. THEY SHOULD TELL THIS TO EVERYONE. They don’t even need to lie, “Your blood, Ms. Jones, tested positive for virus chryosomethingoranother. We need your blood to treat patients with serious injuries and illnesses.” See? No lying or truth-fudging.\
In other news, the carpet guys are still here. Kevin is upstairs putting furniture back where it belongs, reassembling one of the kids’ beds even though it is not his responsibility. This means he will be too tired to help me with the “real” to do list later tonight. The good news is that the upstairs carpet looks nice. It’s just light brown. The bad news is the carpet in the basement makes my eyes cross. It’s two-toned berber and is just busy-looking. Oops. The carpet guys also didn’t do one area completely and then work on the second area- they did them simultaneously- which means that my plan of working on the basement when they moved to work upstairs was totally shot. Oh well. More for me to do later.\
Brian’s got the pukey-sickness again. Ugh.\
I am about 2.5 seconds away from exploding from the stress.\
ETA- I just canceled the painters, which is a huge load off. I just couldn’t keep up, moving things from place to place in the wake of/in prep for the various goings on here. Phew. I’mma gonna rest for a bit.

I totally empathize with Superman

For Intl Day of Awesomeness, I donated blood for the first time in years. They tested my blood and told me that I am negative for a common virus, which means my blood is more pure than most (I think they said 95% of the population). This means that my blood is needed for premature babies, cancer patients, and trauma victims. It has been less than a month since I have been able to donate again and I have received at least 6 calls and 3 letters asking for my blood. I really want to donate more… but, you know, I’m busy. First, a bunch of us came down with a stomach virus for 2 weeks and then I had to do the laundry that wasn’t done during those two weeks. Now I am trying to move. But I should totally be out there donating blood and saving some lives. Oy, the pressure!

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Eureka!

Oh my heavens! I just realized that Kevin can help me get ready for the new carpet tomorrow after he gets home. Hallelujah. My plan today was to finish up the basement. I am about 5 trips away from being done but I’m TIRED. And I can’t just do it tomorrow because I have the boys’ rooms to finish. Oy. But then I remembered Kevin. Wheeeee.

Goings on

Aunt Margie wants me to keep her updated on the moving situation, so she can have post-traumatic flashbacks to all of the times she moved. Or something. And she wants to make in-jokes about The Lady and Sons, except I don’t know what that place is. I should look it up so I can be giggly with her.\
I need to start eating the food at the back of the pantry- you know, the oddball stuff that you don’t remember why you bought it. Thankfully I wasn’t in the mood to stock up on canned goods when I went to Costco last month. At least now I won’t be serving canned green beans with every meal.\
So, I have a ton of boxes now. Thanks, Freecycle of Sterling! I also got rid of my rocking chair and it’s going to a good home. How come I didn’t know about freecycle before? I love getting rid of things AND getting them to a good home. I’ll be sure to join the group in Savannah.\
On Tuesday, we are getting new carpet in the basement, both sets of stairs, the upstairs hall and the boys’ bedrooms. Preparing for this is a huge pain. My bedroom is the dumping ground for all of the boys’ stuff (toys, clothes, books, linens), the bottom of the hall closet, the stuff on the hall bookshelf, and the random computer storage from the landing. Ugh. My room needs new carpet too, but since all of the stuff has to go somewhere while the carpet is being installed, it will have to wait until the following week so I can shuffle everything to the boys’ rooms. The office is the dumping ground for the basement’s toys, computer, and tv. The laundry waiting to be washed will have to spend the day in the bathroom down there.\
Kevin is still conferencing. He gets home on Monday to a whirlwind and no place to sleep. The boys have been sleeping with me and since we need to strip their beds for the new carpet, I went ahead and did that already. Oops.

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Apparently all it takes to get things done quickly is to be able to make decisions quickly. Who knew? (Um, yea, Kevin and I dated for 5 weeks before getting engaged.)\
A little more than 48 hours ago I was daydreaming about the fancy new carpet I had just ordered and how awesome it would be to finally get the basement back to organized. A day later, Kevin accepted a job offer in Georgia. Since then, I have:

  • sent Kevin off to chat about rails. (Seriously, SXSW is geek Spring Break, this conference sounds like geek Summer Camp.)
  • stressed a bunch about homes and schools and selling and buying and money and traveling and missing my husband and traumatizing my kids and being away from any family.
  • found the neighborhood in Savannah we want to move to (18 minutes from the beach! The BEACH! WHEEEEE!).
  • decided to rent out our house in Va, to weather the downturn a little until it rebounds some.
  • found a property management company, I think.
  • decided to rent a house in Savannah, so I can take my time finding the perfect house for us with in-law accommodations!!
  • canceled the fancy carpet in favor of cheaper carpet.
  • got estimates for some painting and small repairs.
  • decided to just go with the painter who came tonight, without taking a month to ponder all of the implications of this decision.
  • talked with my MIL for hours in which I’ve completely upended all of the decisions Kevin and I made (ha).
  • planned out how to stage the house, what to get rid of, what to offer to a tenant.
  • scheduled and canceled carpet people, cleaners, estimates.
  • rescheduled carpet people, cleaners, and painters.
  • obsessively checked my status on the freecycle group so I can start getting rid of the many things I don’t want to move down to Ga.
  • scrounged to find a specific paint can so I can get more of that color.
  • boxed up dvds, cds, and video games so the workmen can actually get to the area to do their thing.\
    Ugh, I’m tired. Kevin feels bad(ly?) that I am doing this without him. It’s fine though, at least for right now. 🙂 I won’t hesitate to remind him that diamonds are forever, heh, as is our love- woot woot. My other diamond inspired motto: As your love grows, so should your diamonds.

Brian is a mini-me!

I had a conference with Brian’s teacher today. My first one for him. The teacher, Miss Deborah, said that she thought he was special needs when she first met him, but a couple of days later she realized he wasn’t. She also said that he is needy, and cries if the slightest thing is wrong; he needs to do more than play with legos (which is what he always chooses to do during centers unless the teachers direct him somewhere else); he needs to work on saying, “I” instead of “me” when appropriate; and needs to be potty-trained. I am sure all of these issues are linked and are totally my fault. Whatever. She said that he is right where he should be in terms of knowledge- he knows the alphabet and can count. I don’t know what else he knows. She said when he is ready, he will read. He just recently started talking more and opening up. That is all.\
Reason number 53 that I love the AOL Center: these evaluations are done three times a year over 30 different areas. For the record, Brian “always” dances during music time, is “always” open to culturally divergent ideas, and is “not yet” sight-reading.

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Babies are the cutest thing ever

So, we’re watching the end of Knocked Up and Kevin gets giddy and gooey about babies. I say, “Don’t go getting any ideas.” He is so happy though. I tear up, not wanting to fail him, “Ahh, you’re gonna make me cry.” [He thinks I am joking, but my sniffles are real!] And then he says the best thing ever, “No, we’re done. We have ours.” OMG, relief. But babies are totally the cutest thing ever and we’ll be sure to plaster slobbery kisses all over his brother’s baby that’s due this summer.